Round 35

As the ground beneath Gravedigger Renn's feet gave way once more, sending a burst of ash and debris into the air, Jeane's gaze remained fixed on the figure standing motionless on the bridge behind her. The sound of rushing water echoed through the chasm, growing louder by the second, as if urging them onward. Silra's eyes widened with increasing unease as she tracked the energy patterns beneath the road, her mind racing with the implications of Gravehill's quarantine system being deliberately triggered for their arrival.

The air grew thick with an unsettling energy, like living shadow trying to full attachment against ancient barriers. Gravedigger Renn stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear, as the ground beneath him gave way once more. The rusted key in Jeane's pocket felt almost hot now, burning against her skin as the wrongness pressed harder against her defenses.

The figure on the bridge remained motionless, its gaze fixed intently upon Jeane, beckoning her closer. Silra's voice cut through the tension, "Fascinating - even your most powerful arcane sight can't penetrate this particular veil according to what I'm reading across energy signatures." The rustling of the wind and the sound of rushing water created an unsettling melody that seemed to match the rhythm of their footsteps.